Life's Fucked Up - Devlin

I’m from the dirty Dagenham blocks

Where the children are taking or serving rocks

And the main ambition is to be swerving the cops

Cause they wanna serve drugs not herd in a box

And a headshot will make a body turn on the spot

Round here it’s more fucked than an old nonce perving off

You see the old bill following your vehicle

Behind you, can’t see in the rear-view

You best start turning off

Then buckle up and start burning off

It’s 2008 killings every other day so welcome to the UK

Where you can get moved to for two flakes

That’s a regular occurrence

Every other day theres a similar disturbance

Blue and yellow placards advertise murders

Committed by kids with knives and big burners

But that’s the cards we’ve been dealt

Can’t help but feel a little sorry for ourselves

Kids are getting killed every day

It’s not a game like the Commonwealth

This is common knowledge and still they don’t wanna help

Kids don’t care about life like Heath Ledger

Cause they ain’t seen no better

You could get stabbed for two tenners

And jacked for your brand new New Era

Around here there’s more crime than Stella in a landlords cellar

We need to make a few changes

Maybe Eastenders should be a little bit more like Shameless

Cause thats how it really is

Instead of some overpaid amateur actors

Running round on the square like fucking idiots

They know nothing about east end affiliates

It’s war round here, forget peace, it’s war round here

You’ll get shot or bora’d round 'ere

Yeah, life’s fucked up, sometimes I had enough

They’ll try fuck you up, like an R1 bike that’s collided

With trucks and the drivers divided and cut (x2)

I’m from one of the poorest places in Britain

Where people get robbed and possessions go missing

Way before I ever hit the air waves spitting

I was chilling in the dirty old stairway with piss in

Kids sitting on the street corner dealing

If he’s got money they’ll be willing to jib him

I can’t wait to get away from this shit and say good riddance

Cause there ain’t nothing great about Great Britain

And if there is then it’s hidden

I ain’t never seen it

I just can’t believe it

Pinch me I’m dreaming

And now I’m coming out the pub fucking steaming

And seeing two fat slags fighting and screaming

I’m lighting my spliff with my green in

Just another Friday evening

Blood alcohol levels increasing

And I’ve smoked too much weed

If you need me then I’m breathing

And leave your boys greening

I’ve gotta get back on it

See a deck with my track on it

My flows like crack on it

They keep coming back for it

Waving their money for my CD’s

I’ll tell em get fucked

If they’re coming for some freebies

Cause I ain’t got nothing to give

I’m just fucked when I spit

Tell’em suck on a dick

Behind Beckton and bargain

You’ll get hotted with the tip of the sniff

Even if you’re minding your own business

Or bunning a spliff, I’m down on my music

I know a few man around town that get down

With the gun and the clips

And start letting off bullets

If you’re running your lips

As long as I spit

I’ll continue to punish these pricks

Yeah I’m from the slums where the scumbags live

You could be approached by a scumbag

And he could be two foot tall

But with a three foot chiff

Yeah it’s just the life that we live

Nines and clips, kids putting knifes in ribs

I’ll let the road man vibe to this

Because they know how vital it is

Just to make the fucking ends meet

And fuck being friendly

I’m driving around in an old school stolen Fiesta

Because I ain’t got no money for my Bentley

But that’s only temporary

That way I spit bars is elementary